Luyện nghe bài hát My Money Straight

[feat. Guce, Black C & Jun3]
E-40]
What's happenin' y'all this E-40
I had to bring that old school mob sound
I had to go get my partna Black C and my nigga
Yumtombout, our money is straight, nuggah
Beotch!
[Hook: Jun]
hold up me for one reason
My straight
Whole bunch of ice I'm
My money
And oh yeah, I'm E
My money
So please worry bout me
My straight
[Verse 1:
Uhh, I'm breaking down a pound on a dude who play with a Gillette razor blade
With a bucket of acid to throw my candy in case the po-po ray
I be beastin and I be and I be mobbin'
Any bitch nigga that got a problem I'm whomp
Hoes be giving me all kinds of kisses and
But they don't wanna fuck me they wanna fuck my cousins
I be thuggin' it to the mayne I push
Be all up in the courthouse smelling Kush
Hiding in the fire truck mane I be gone
Every day by myself I smoke at a half a zone
Finger on the chrome, letting it be
Throwed in the dome, know what's wrong
I ain't never to lose I play to win
If it's money being generated then I in
My stacks won't fold it bend
Brought a one room apartment (for what) to keep my money in (beotch)
[Hook x2: Yung
2: Black C]
Oh yeah, my money
You can ask them bad bitches in my court 8
Looking like they can't to put it in they face
If she ain't down it then we plan a limit date
Plus I represent this Bay, so I gotta it res-ial
I'm gone off a pis-ial so fuck how fis-ial
A hundred dollar biz-ials I'm ballin' on you
round top down if a player feeling smothered
We customs made 4's on the whip, Bentley sitting nice
The paint look blue but green in the light
We goin that a sprite rocking D-boy ice
My D-boy swag I'm from D-boy life
Black Ceaser be the name Black C is what they me
R.B.O. the camp hundreds point be the
Yeah ya boy ballin sumthing like
And it's only bad bitches that a real call me
[Hook: Yung
[Verse 3:
Purple in my cup like I'm playing posses
You can still get it this chopper or the shotgun
My straight off the rose and the Vodka
Errday we celebrate like I won an
Gangsta, from the city of and body bags
We ride shit that fast like it crawl that
We them toys all year like Toys-R-Us
You a nigga that can't play bo's and dump truck
[Laughs] I'm threw what they ghetto broads
A trauma water cause ya boy and still on call
I'm balling like the Phoenix Suns, zone
And make these bitches run for it, Marion
Finger fuckin' the trigger like pussy I felt the
You beef I touch ya hat broker helper
I'm on ya line can't nobody help ya
Empty ass nigga not a leg a felt up
My straight
[Hook: Yung